Jan 09, 2006 02:06
the black road winds and the leaves stick wet to the ground
near to the place where at i found out
i know, i know, i know i might never find my way back home
but all's alright i've one place to go
far from where she felt alone
i go, i go, i go: we'll never need home again
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